TRES
After standing in the cold wind all night, Irene got sick the very next day. Down with a cold, fever and achy throat, she lay there, unable to crawl out of Lisa's huge bed. She even sounded feeble when making a phone call.
In sharp contrast, Lisa seemed as fit as a fiddle. She even brought back a bowl of congee with lean meat and century egg for Irene when she returned home from work.
Irene sat up in bed and ate it, one bite after another, she finally felt like she was a bit more alive. Well, it couldn't be helped, Lisa's fridge was a flashy affair without substance. It was completely empty without a scrap of food inside. Even if she'd wanted to cook, she couldn't have put her talents to good use and would have died of hunger before she died of her sickness.
"Seems like your fever's gone down." Lisa waited until she finished eating before she reached out to feel her forehead.
"If you've got time tomorrow morning, mind giving me a ride home?" Irene agreed blearily, her voice was more nasal than usual.
"So soon? You haven't recovered yet, why don't you stay here for a few more days?"
"I've asked for two days off in a row. If I don't show up to work again by tomorrow, chances are PD-nim will hunt me down."
Lisa was also someone who put work first. She nodded and said, "It's fine if you go back to work, but we'll have to see how your condition is tomorrow. If you're okay by then, come with me to the agency first thing in the morning to sign the contract."
"What contract?"
"Did you forget?" Lisa peered at her with a smile, "That clothing endorsement that you went to audition for last time, it's all set already."
Only then did it come back to Irene.
Honestly, it didn't matter whether she remembered it or not. Anything Lisa wanted to bestow upon her would always be dealt with correctly. If she wanted her to audition, she auditioned, if she wanted her to sign a contract, she signed the contract, there wasn't anything for her to worry about.
So, Irene didn't ask further and went to bed early that night. When she got up the next morning, she felt a lot better, but she still had a bit of a cough.
Even so, Lisa was still concerned and told her to put on two extra pieces of clothing before leaving with her outside.
Irene had only just signed the contract in the morning, but by the time she arrived on set in the afternoon, she received the roses that Lisa had sent. They were pure black, understated without being ostentatious, and didn't attract anyone's attention. Only Karina, either with or without intent, snuck a few extra peeks.
When she went home that evening, she received a call from her manager again, saying her work schedule was pretty much planned out for the second half of the year. A famous director planned on filming a sageuk movie, with an all-star cast and a huge production. Saying the amount of money invested out loud made you click your tongue, you would know, even without thinking it over, that it was a guaranteed blockbuster.
Irene, of course, would still play the female lead.
After getting together with Lisa, she had never acted in a supporting role again. Even with her awful acting, she was still the lead in every show. Obviously, it didn't need to be said to be understood who contributed to all of this.
Irene fiddled with her phone. She had just thought about calling a certain someone when Lisa called her first. The voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle as always.
First, asking about her health, then repeatedly reiterating that she must remember to drink water and take her medicine. Finally, she said she was too busy with work, and probably would be coming by a bit later tonight.
The hidden line was that she wouldn't be coming over today.
Irene understood perfectly, she chatted with Lisa for a little while longer, then hung up the phone. She went into the kitchen and made a simple dinner, once she'd finished eating, she lay down on the bed.
Irene had been sleeping peacefully when she was woken up by Lisa.
When she woke up, she felt a bit dizzy and it was still dark. She pulled out her phone and took a look... it was two in the morning. The timing was definitely a bit too late, her place wasn't that close to the agency, it would've been more convenient for Lisa to go back to her own condo.
"What's wrong? Did I wake you up?" Lisa was undressing as she dove under the covers, her arm reaching out to wrap around her waist, "It's still early, go back to sleep."
Irene shifted to a more comfortable position, "It's so late, don't have to come over."
Lisa placed a hand over Irene's eyes as she said matter-of-factly, "How could a sick person be left all alone by herself? Go to sleep already."
Irene was amused, who would've thought getting sick would've had this kind of benefit package. But the familiar body heat reassured her, and before she knew it, she'd fallen back into the realm of dreams.
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For the next few days, Irene's illness lingered persistently, although it wasn't particularly serious, her cough remained constant. So Lisa came over every day to keep an eye on her taking her medicine, guest-starring as the driver every once in a while by giving her a ride to the set.
It was the male lead's birthday that day, and after splitting the birthday cake, he even invited everyone to play at a nightclub. Irene was still sick. Originally, she didn't want to go but was afraid people would think she was being a diva if she didn't at least show her face. So, she could only agree to drop by for a bit.
She began to regret it once she arrived at the location.
The deafening music pained her ears. The smoke-filled air worsened her cough. Worst of all though, was running into Seulgi in the hallway. Seulgi had her arm around that sexy singer, Sunmi. Her coldly looks were still striking, but once she saw Irene, her expression twisted. She glared at her balefully, looking as if she could barely hold back from lunging forward to take a bite out of her.
Hilarious.
If Irene were in better spirits, she would've definitely taken advantage of the occasion to needle her. It was a pity she wasn't feeling well, so she only nodded as a show of greeting.
Seulgi snorted, and left in a huff, with her nose in the air, nothing had changed about her prideful ways.
So, Irene followed everyone else into the private room.
The air inside the room was slightly better, but as soon as she sat down, someone made a fuss about drinking games. Since Irene was the female lead, she was forced into drinking more than a few shots, then someone made a scene wanting her to exchange sips with the male lead. She had taken some cold medicine right before coming here. Now that the alcohol had gone down her gullet, she could only feel the world spinning around her, and was barely standing up straight.
Everyone saw the paleness of her face, and only then stopped bothering her. Some random asked the waiter to send over a cup of warm water. Irene leaned back against the couch, drank it, and finally felt her stomach settle a bit.
In the middle of everything, she left for a bathroom trip and felt herself getting even dizzier. She had planned on giving everyone a heads-up and leaving first, but when she got back to the room, it was completely empty without a person in sight.
What's going on?
Had they all left to go dancing?
Irene sluggishly went back to the couch, she could feel her thought process becoming strange as if she was floating lightly and couldn't focus properly. This bizarre feeling was familiar, just like, just like...
Irene's eyes drifted towards the already emptied water cup on the table, and she suddenly remembered.
Yep, just like taking some kind of drug.
A lot of nightclubs had this sort of thing, it made someone space out, and even have a trip if taken. You'd get a bigger high and more pleasure when having some fun, the only thing was, half your life would probably be down the toilet after the fun was done.
She hated messing with this sort of thing the most.
Irene's head was a messy knot, numerous scenes flickered in and out before her eyes, with even the lights becoming a blurry mess, and she couldn't help but lean against the sofa again.
She sighed, she could more or less guess at what was going on.
Recently, she really had been too flushed with success, so no wonder someone would find her an eyesore and change tactics to teach her a lesson. Who could she blame? The only one she could blame was herself. Her guard had been so low that she had never anticipated that someone would want to play this kind of cliché game
Seriously, she'd gotten sick of it several years ago already.
Irene composed her nerves, working hard to calm her breathing. She stumbled towards the door as she pulled out her cellphone to make a call. But as soon as she opened the door, she bumped into someone.
That person snatched her phone from her and flung it to the ground, then she marched inside and locked the door after her. Irene squinted, it took a huge amount of effort for her to make out the other's face... an alluring, attractive face.
Ah, so it was Seulgi.
This childish ploy really did suit her, though.
"Where's everyone else?" With her normal strength, Irene would've been fine, but right now, she didn't have any way to fight this person, so she didn't try to do anything unrealistic, simply leaning against the wall for support.
"I ordered a VIP room next door, it's a lot bigger and fancier than this one. Told those coworkers of yours to go there, all the booze is on me. As for you...as long as I tell someone to say the word, they'd all think you'd left early."
Irene nodded, thinking that this move wasn't bad. It was quite easy for someone of her identity to do such a thing, and of course, if someone had been coordinating on the inside, then it would definitely succeed very easily.
Who could that someone be?
She had barely begun to think about this before her thoughts fluttered up and scattered away.
Seulgi took a step forward. Her hand reached up to touch her face as she said in a suggestive voice, "This place has great soundproofing, no need to worry about other people hearing anything."
Irene laughed helplessly, "Does Miss Kim have to play with me once?"
"Playing once or twice will depend on whether you can make it good for me."
That attractive face was so close to her, Irene couldn't help herself but blow a breath of air toward her.
"If Young Mistress was willing to bottom, I promise you'll become addicted to it."
Seulgi's eyes widened immediately, she was furious, "You...!"
"Why so angry? Your sister really likes it."
"Wh- What?" Seulgi nearly bit her own tongue off, "My sister can't be...with you...no way..."
Irene leaned in with a grin as she continued, "I always thought it strange, why do you always like stealing your sister's stuff? Looks like I've guessed the reason now, d'you have...a secret crush on her?"
Seulgi's face instantly turned scarlet, she looked like she no longer knew how to talk properly. Enraged, she shoved Irene.
"Neomu micheosseo!! You sick freak!"
Irene had originally been having trouble standing, and after being pushed, she immediately buckled, falling to the floor.
She hadn't fallen hard, but she fell down in a very strategic position. She just happened to land on the cellphone that Seulgi had thrown on the ground earlier. She could reach it if she just stretched out her hand. She pretended that she was in pain from the fall and slowly curled into a ball, while her finger inched closer and closer towards her phone.
There were more than a few numbers she could call.
The cops, her stylist, or the manager, Ye-rim. There was also a number on speed dial on her cell, directly connecting to that one and only person.
Irene blinked her eyes open and shut, she fumbled as she pressed a button on her cellphone.
By then, Seulgi had calmed down, only her face was still hideous with a dark look. She lifted her foot to stomp Irene several times.
"The person I hate the most is Lisa. Anything she likes, I'm gonna destroy every single one." She said through gritted teeth
After having said this, she bent down to undo the buttons of Irene's shirt.
Irene quietly tucked the cell under the couch, she lifted a hand to touch her own neck at the same time, "It's so hot..."
The drug was starting to take effect.
Her forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat, her eyes filling with mist, and while her face had become paler than usual, her lips had turned a brighter, fresher red. Her chest were noticeable under her dress shirt and were charmingly shivering, making her look extremely enticing
Seulgi's mouth was becoming dry.
But she still remembered her suffering from last time and didn't dare to get too close to Irene. She only grabbed her by the arm, dragged her up and shoved her onto the couch. Then she took a rope and tied Irene's hands together.
Irene let out a low cry, her body already entering a state of excitement such that even this action was pleasurable. She sucked in a deep breath and, with much difficulty, brought her consciousness back from the clouds. With one look, she saw that Seulgi had rifled out a box from the drawers, with all kinds of sex toys inside to liven things up.
Irene could feel her head go numb.
She wasn't sure if, with Seulgi's skill-set, she knew how to handle playing with these things, she'd probably never even read the instructions.
"Miss Kim," She panted slightly and said with difficulty, "don't tell me that you have some special kinks??"
"Not before, but I can try some on you." Seulgi coldly laughed.
Oh, jeez, look at the ticked off look on the Seulgi's face. She'd obviously been holding a grudge and was dead set on fucking her. The only thing was, was her grudge because of getting harrassed last time? Or were the grudges from this time's 'secret love' claim??
Irene sighed, her mouth curved upwards as she said in a resigned voice, "Remember to apply lubricant when you do it."
Her body was getting hotter and hotter, and her mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier. The Seulgi before her eyes moved blurrily from one side to another before slowly looking down to meet her gaze a long time later
"I know you rely on your face to eat," Seulgi's hand reached out to grip her chin, "So just relax, I won't hurt your face. As for anywhere else... that was another story."
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